Disclaimer: I do not own any of the TP characters…Disney does!!
Notes: This takes place on Earth!
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"Excuse me. Have you seen a male teenager with dark brown hair and blue eyes?" asked Amelia, pulling over a man.
"Hmmm…nah. Can't help you, babe," he said blandly, chewing on a piece of gum.
"Americans!" hissed the captain under her breath with her thick British accent. With annoyance, she left the man and continued her search. Thick, dark clouds started to spread across the afternoon horizon. Suddenly, rain started to come down in sheets. Squealing and shouting, campers bolted off towards their dry cabins.
"Blast it," stated the young captain. She pushed back a strand of dark, wet hair. Frankly, she was ticked off. No, make that very ticked off. Seeking shelter from the heavy rain, she jogged over towards the recreational center.
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Once she was inside the large, airy building, Amelia paused and looked around. A few families were splashing around in the indoor pool. Knowing that Jim was wearing pants and not a swim suit, the captain only gazed briefly at the pool. She walked along the white cement floor and pushed aside a door that read, "Hot Tub Paradise" in pale blue letters. There, with a white towel wrapped around his waist, was Jim. He was very solemnly rubbing an old woman's shoulders.
"Mr. Hawkins!" shouted Amelia. Jim jumped up.
"Oh! I'm not doing anything," he said automatically.
"Rubbish. I am---"
"Jim here has been so nice," spoke up Grace. "He should be a masseuse when he gets older!"
Amelia's eyes were blazing. "Frankly, I am utterly amazed that an ancient woman like yourself---"
"Please, Captain; they prefer to be called "senior citizens," mumbled the teen, desperate to leave Grace. Luckily, Vera had left half an hour ago. He knew that if the other woman had been there, Amelia would have been even more furious.
"James. Leave right now…that's an order!" sputtered Amelia. Jim practically sprinted out of the steamy room. As the metal doors closed, he could hear the captain accusing Grace wrathfully. Jim chuckled, glad that bossy old Grace was getting what she deserved: a reality check.
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"Ohh…that's a pretty egg!" praised Sarah as Jim splashed an egg around in dye. Delbert mimicked Sarah's praise and scowled. The arrow incident was still burning in his mind.
"Doc…it was a mistake. I'm really sorry," apologized Jim.
"I realize that, my boy. However, there have been a whole slew of 'mistakes' " commented the doctor. He opened up a book that he had been reading during the whole egg decorating project. With a thunk, a flat, blubbery form slid onto the table.
"A…a frog!" shrieked Sarah, backing up.
"Hey! That is really cool, Doc. Instead of wasting five bucks for a bookmark at Barnes and Nobles, you've cleverly used a free gift from Mother Nature!" cried Jim. Delbert gave him a withering look.
"Jim. These pranks have got to stop," pleaded a nauseous Sarah.
"Okay, okay…jeez," Jim muttered. With an annoyed grunt, he got up and threw the frog out of the window.
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"Amelia! You've come back!" shouted Delbert happily.
"Hello, Delbert," she replied seriously.
"Jeez, Captain! What happened?" asked Jim. Amelia gave them all a grave look.
"Did you know, James, that Grace had…how shall I put this…a weak heart?"
Jim froze. "Well…" he prodded.
"She will be alright," comforted Amelia, "but I think I dealt with her too rashly."
"What, or who, is Grace?" asked Sarah, puzzled.
In unison, Jim and Amelia replied, "nothing!"
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I know…this chapter was kind of flat, so there is no need to say so in the reviews! I plan to end it soon because I am getting bored with it. Coming soon though (around mid to late May) will be a Summer story involving the Dopplers, Sarah, and Jim. I am still thinking about where they'll go (don't hesitate to give me ideas!). I'll try to involve all ideas, but I need YOUR help. So…go on! Review and give me suggestions for the Summer story! Thanks!! ****